Wheel of Time MUD

The Winged Guard are looking to fill their coffers. Or, rather, I have decided to use my influence to gain favor with Lady Berelain. The proceeds from this auction will go toward a gift for the First of Mayene. Most of these items were crafted with the brokerage fee for others to access Sharan crafting.

The rules:

1. Auction ends October 28th. That means the last bid BEFORE the post is timestamped as October 29th for me(server time) is the last bid that will count. I will immediately post a comment after this original post as a timestamp marker so you can do whatever math you need to do.

2. Bids will be in increments of 100 gold. Any bids in some random amount will be ignored. You may bid over 100 if you want to assert your financial dominance but it must still be a some multiple of 100.

3. An additional belt bearing a dragon worked in silver was donated by Lady Naomi. Immediately following the close of bidding, bidders may bid on the second belt at the starting amount. That second lot will only be available for auction closing with the last bid BEFORE a November 5th timestamp.

4. All bids must be submitted as a reply in this thread.

Items:

Lot 1: a black shirt trimmed with lace
Starting bid: 14,000 gold crowns
Winner: Arjuna

Lot 2: a belt bearing a dragon worked in silver
Starting bid: 8,000 gold crowns
Winner: Shinobi

Lot 3: a polearm with a serrated catchpole
Starting bid: 7,000 gold crowns
Winner: Mykael

Lot 4: a wicked knife-bladed axe(also donated by Lady Naomi)
Starting bid: 7,500 gold crowns
Winner: Shinobi

Part Two: Lot 1: a belt bearing a dragon worked in silver
Starting bid: 8,000
Winner: Mykael

Posting for timestamp reference. It is 8:55PM.

I will take the lace shirt for 14,000

Dust swirls lazily through the bazaar as merchants hawk wares in a dozen dialects. At the sound of armored boots striking marble, the noise dulls for just a moment.

Shinobi the Sheriff of Tanchico strides in from the south, flanked by two impeccably dressed members of the Civil Watch, each wearing sashes of deep indigo trimmed in silver.

A cluster of onlookers gathers; it’s not every day the Sheriff himself deigns to walk among the common crowd.

Shinobi removes a pair of mirrored spectacles and lets them hang from a platinum chain around his neck. “An auction, I’m told,” he drawls. “Something about Winged Guards, charity, and” he waves a dismissive hand, “sharing?”

The Watchmen behind him exchange weary glances.

Shinobi flips a coin — a titanium coin, gleaming unnaturally bright — and catches it midair with two fingers.
“Now, I’ve no intention of Sharan anything,” he says, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “But if the good Lady Berelain’s coffers are to swell, then consider them well-fed.”

He gestures to a scribe. “Mark me down Lot 1: 15k, Lot 2: 10k, Lot 3: 8k, Lot 4: 8k — and a personal note reminding the First that generosity is best reciprocated in fine company.”

Without warning, Shinobi springs into a perfect backflip! Then another! Landing lightly on his boots, cloak settling like spilled ink. A few merchants clap uncertainly.

The Sheriff dusts off his gloves. “You see?” he says, voice ringing across the stalls. “Even gravity pays its respects to wealth.”

He taps a jeweled ring against the nearest auction crate, the clink echoing.
“Carry on,” he adds, turning toward his entourage. “The city sleeps easier when I’ve spent well.”

The Civil Watch forms up, and together they depart toward the marble courtyard, leaving behind the scent of sandalwood, the faint glint of titanium, and a trail of stunned silence.

Lot 3: a polearm with a serrated catchpole
BID: 8100 gold crowns

A forgettable looking man suddenly approaches and says in a soft yet firm voice, "16,000 gold coins for Lot 1."

8500 gcs for lot 1!

9000 for lot 1

9100 crown for lot 1: dbelt